My Iyashikei Game-Chapter 761: Death Art Competition

Chapter 761: Death Art Competition 𝒇𝑟e𝗲𝚠𝚎𝐛𝗻𝐨νel.𝒄om

This was the first time Han Fei logged into the game in the morning. In the past, he resisted going into the game, but he changed after he completed Fu Sheng’s memory world. He didn’t say it, but he had started to see the cryptic world as his real home.

After having the meal, Han Fei put on the gaming helmet. Blood suffused. When Han Fei logged into the game, Han Fei felt his back tighten. The bloody monster appeared to have crawled onto Han Fei’s shoulders.

“One day, I’ll see you.”

Han Fei opened his eyes and saw Ying Yue and Weep look at him curiously as if asking why he had appeared so early.

“Are you two good friends now?” Han Fei touched the two kids’ heads. As Weep grew stronger, he grew taller. He looked like Ying Yue’s older brother.

“Yes.” Weep said, “In the building, we’re closer in age, and we have many things to talk about. I think when we leave the cryptic world, I wish for our graves to be moved closer so that we can come out together at night.” It was innocent and sincere.

Han Fei led the two and ran all the way to the edge of the black rain zone. He entered Drake’s branch. Han Fei lifted the lid of the jar and reached his hand into the broken jar. He grabbed Bu Kaixin’s soul. “I’ve tried so hard to help you find your mother, and this is how you repay me?” Han Fei used Flower Language and Soul-depth Touch, but strangely enough, he couldn’t sense malice from Bu Kaixin, only deep regret. “You told me to find your big brother, but your mother said she only has one son, and his name is Bu Ming.”

Hearing that name, Bu Kaixin shivered.

Han Fei grabbed Bu Kaixin’s neck and pulled his skull out of the jar, “Who is Bu Ming? How many things are you hiding from me?”

Bu Kaixin’s body in the jar bled black blood. The blood oozed out of the cracks in the jar. The soul was trying to escape.

“Once you escape, what will happen to your mother? She’s now targeted by the murderer’s clubhouse. If not for me, she would have died an hour ago. I can only help you if you tell me the truth!”

Han Fei let go. Bu Kaixin’s soul shriveled back into the skull. He only left his eyes outside, looking at Han Fei unblinkingly.

“Bu Ming will use different emotions to handle different situations. Are you Bu Kaixin because you think I’m a good person who is easy to bully?” Han Fei smiled a wicked smile.

Bu Kaixin sensed danger from Han Fei. He was very helpless. He thought he had escaped from the gardener, but he fell into Han Fei’s hands. He only now realized how crazy Han Fei could be. Bu Kaixin knew that he would die if he didn’t do something soon. Bu Kaixin slowly crawled out of his skull. He pierced his chest and peeled back the shell of his soul to reveal the heart inside. His heart had become a colorful seed. It was very beautiful. It was not something that belonged in the cryptic world.

“Why are you showing me this? Do you want me to offer me your heart?”

Bu Kaixin shook his head. He resisted the pain and plucked out the seed, and placed it on his palm. The end of the seed was connected to Bu Kaixin’s soul. The reason for his existence was to cultivate this seed. Han Fei touched it with curiosity. The fresh scent of flower assailed him. The seed cultivated inside the dead body was like a natural candy. It was sweet, fresh, and comforting.

“Something’s not right.” Han Fei squeezed on the seed, and underneath the beautiful shell, the inside of the seed was filled with intertwining blood vessels. As the fresh bouquet disappeared, a bloody sticky smell gushed out of the small seed.

“Whose memory is this?”

Han Fei used Soul-depth Touch and saw something completely different from before. A man who had the same face as Bu Kaixin was sitting inside a dark basement, eating from a bloody lunchbox. The old walls were hanging with various tools. Two wooden tables were placed in the middle of the room. Right above the tables was a large mirror. This way, the victim could see the torture which was being performed on them. There were many medications and first aid tools inside the room. The killers used them to kill the victims alive so that they could both enjoy the feast of death.

Bu Kaixin lifted his head. His facial features were exactly like Bu Kaixin but his presence was completely different. Death was clear on his face. When he breathed, the air around him chilled. The image changed again.

A man with a guinea pig mask entered the room. He was satisfied with Bu Kaixin’s performance. He opened his lips to speak.

“You have to pass this test to become our core member. Now that death is blooming, you will be the most beautiful flower. When Xin Lu becomes a sea of flowers, you’ll be reborn in the new world.” Han Fei reconstructed the man’s words through lip-reading. “I’ll escort you across the bridge.”

The guinea pig mask placed a mirror before Bu Kaixin. “Are you willing to lose your happiness and your smile?”

Bu Kaixin nodded. His reflection in the mirror laughed, and he became colder in person.

“Are you willing to be taken by anger and accept god’s blessing?”

“Are you willing to embrace death, chase after death, and spread death?”

“Are you willing to become your real self?”

Bu Kaixin answered the first few questions easily, but he was stuck on the last question. He nodded, but his reflection acted differently. His other emotions started to consume him. He succumbed to chaos. His expression changed every second. He grabbed the tools on the wall to cut his face and stab his body. However, he couldn’t return to normal. When his body was covered with blood, Bu Kaixin looked around blankly. The crazy and cruel man was gone and in his place was an honest and dull young man.

When the guinea pig mask saw this, he was disappointed. “The God inside the mirror will not lie. The person you want to become is such trash. I’m disappointed in you.”

Bu Kaixin was pushed into the mirror by the guinea pig mask, and the image ended.

Bu Kaixin in the jar curled up his soul, and he looked at Han Fei fearfully. The core of his heart was in Han Fei’s grasp. If Han Fei wanted, he could crush it easily.

“The guinea pig man is a core member. The mirror he held should be something from the cryptic world. The God he mentioned should be the Unmentionable of the black rain zone.”

Pure Hatreds could affect the real world, so, of course, Unmentionables could do it too. Their influence was even deeper. “These people are looking for unique living humans.”

Han Fei frowned. The black rain zone was highly connected to the real world. He became more interested in the ghost hidden in this zone. He stopped pressuring Bu Kaixin. He replaced the jar under the black rain and rushed to the clubhouse. The gardener wasn’t there, so Han Fei chatted with the dancer. Han Fei wanted to draw useful info from him, but the blind elder didn’t fall for it. He refused to talk about anything other than dance. Time ticked by. Han Fei upgraded all his hobbies to an advanced level. Then, he completed a Grade F mission in the black rain zone and logged off. He still had other things to do. Han Fei exited the game and logged into his Sunny Boy account. He checked his mail in the grey zone. “The offline meeting for Death Chat Group is this afternoon. I need to depart now if I don’t want to be late.”

Han Fei put on a set of clothes he had not worn before. He knew that he was going somewhere dangerous, so he didn’t call a taxi but rented his own motorcycle and headed to Dolphin Bay alone. This meeting was going to be very special.

Han Fei put on the clown mask he got at the clubhouse at Si Shui Bay and rode down the highway. He didn’t look like a normal person. At around 3.30 am, Han Fei arrived at Dolphin Bay. Different from what he expected, the place wasn’t abandoned. There were quite a few people living there. Han Fei avoided the lights and moved through the dark. Darkness spread as he moved through.

“This is the room where the girl on the invitation died.” As he moved north, the lights weakened. The locals didn’t come this way because they knew murders had happened here. Han Fei stopped his bike in the back alley. He leaped over the wall and entered a very old neighborhood. This was the place where the girl died. However, for some reason, some of the tenants still lived here. Most of them were helpless elders.

“Why would they have the meeting here? Aren’t they afraid of discovery?”

Han Fei entered Building Five and checked the various ads on the wall. The black clinics, lost children, illegal trades, and so on were advertised on the wall. “The era progresses so fast that these corners have been left behind.”

Han Fei went to the third floor. He stopped at the door. The ground of the third floor was dug through. If one were careless, one would fall through and be injured.

“Only I’ve come at this time?” Han Fei looked inside the room. Someone used red paint to write ‘return me my life’ on the yellow walls. The furniture was tipped over. They were covered with black stuff. It was unclear if they were blood or mold. Han Fei took a deep breath and walked deeper into the wall. He edged along the wall. He checked the kitchen and bathroom before approaching the bedroom. The door was left ajar. A light fishy smell came from inside the room. Han Fei noticed there were four other people inside. There was a fisherman in black boots, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, a very thin female patient, and a disheveled homeless person. The four occupied the four corners of the bedroom each. They looked at the television inside the room.

“Someone actually comes with a mask. So professional.” The middle-aged man carried his work briefcase. He looked like an elite who was on a work break.

“Hello. I’m Deep Sea.” The fisherman smiled at Han Fei. His jagged teeth were shown. He looked ugly, like a deep-sea creature. Han Fei nodded. He didn’t mean to introduce himself.

“Isn’t there supposed to be twenty members in the group? How come there’s only a few of us now?”

“Some didn’t dare to come, and some came too early and went back to sleep.” The homeless man scratched his dirty hair. He spat down the big hole in the middle of the bedroom. They looked down the hole. There were two bodies on the second floor. They looked like they were sleeping soundly, but they would never wake up again. About 10 minutes later, the third-floor door opened again. An old man walked in. His eyes were blind. He should be a beggar. He staggered unevenly.

“Is someone here? I’m here to deliver a letter.” The old man stopped right before the hole at the door. If he took another step, he would fall and be impaled by the exposed iron beams.

“Letter?” Han Fei was the first to walk over. He accepted the letter and then escorted the elder out of the room.

“You’re so kind. I wish to be your friend.” The other four looked at the old man with anticipation. However, due to Han Fei’s interception, the good show didn’t happen. They were quite annoyed.

Han Fei ignored them. He opened the letter. It was very short and simple.

“Congratulations on finding the correct time. The goal of this offline meeting is to select new core member(s). You will use this abandoned town as your stage and start a death art competition. The new core member(s) of the Death Chat Group will be among the twenty of you.”